Maybe you just address this complaint by creating some sort of game wherin you have a preset amount of content, and you indicate whenever such content has been presented in the blog post or even the comments ... some kind of Bingo ...

guys, i need to find out something and you are the only ones who can help me. why is it there's no porn with the shemale ejaculating inside someone's anus? they always pull out and do it on the chest or something, and that's so boring. there's literally not one clip of a tranny giving a creampie.

I feel like randy hijacked this blog and is pretending to be this "rob" figure. His goal is to make this blog as shitty as possible and discredit it from ever being a respectable criticism of his work.

I was not aware that July 26 was a holiday. However, upon research it turns out that it is in fact Liberian Independence Day. I didn't know Liberians had such a strong presence on the internet... you learn something new every day!

I think the best thing about xkcd at this point is explain xkcd (which should be subtitled "an idiot tries to explain the ever less intellectual references in xkcd and fails miserably).

Today he couldn't figure out what the syntactical ambiguity was in the alt text.

The explain xkcd for 1072 was particularly hilarious; he thought the problem the seventies dude would have "press 1 to leave a message" was that answering machines hadn't been invented yet (wrong), not the dude's lack of a touch tone phone (which had also been invented by then, but weren't common).

He does manage to explain completely irrelevant crap though. Bellbottoms? I had no idea what those were, thanks.

Sup haters. I'd like to ask your opinion about a possibly bad webcomic.

Scenes from a Multiverse is like xkcd, but with about 10 times the lolrandumb factor, a bunch of sci-fi tropes, and (ZOMG) good artwork. And yes, he sells T shirts of it. Today's comic is even dumber than usual. But do tell me what you think.

(1) One cannot easily generate a humourous, related neologism with the word 'holiday' like one can with the word 'vacation'. To wit: 'Gaycation' - for the gayers, 'Straycation' - for the adulterous fornicators and 'Braycation' - for Rob and his pet donkey.

I am sure that many of you are wondering why I would have spelt 'godemiché' with an extra 'm' and without the terminal diacritic. To them I say "I pedicate and irrumate with a Americanised Warholian monster that is Mmmm Mmmm Good."Others, to the contrary, simply believe I am an illiterate cunt who doesn't bother to proofread her dross before she clicks 'publish'.

Try as I might, and believe me I have tried mightily, it appears I’ve not the Anglospheric linguistic acumen needed to contrive dross that would accommodate your level of reading comprehension. And for this, I am deeply apologetic.

Click on my 'RED' link above as a consolation 'booby' prize. It is the best I can proffer.

1)You're overdoing the ellipsis, but then you're overdoing everything else too2)I'm not sure you know what dross means. I have never heard the word before and just looked it up and it makes no sense in the context youre using it in, so yeah, fuck you.3)To be concise, my point is: there is no inverse relationship between the comprehensibility and quality of text. Stop acting like such a superior cunt and make it less of a chore to decipher what you're saying. Of course this presupposes you're actually saying anything, and not simply spewing from a thesaurus to act like a superior cunt.

Query?If I appear to you to be acting as a superior cunt, does this not presuppose that you have, at some point in the temporal past, defined a spectrum (at least bimodal) of cunts such that 'superior' and 'inferior' can be delineated and that you consider yourself to wallow in the province of the latter and that I actually belong in the former even though I am acting but I am at least 'acting to type'?

How's that for concatenate of conjunction and comma-rich dross? One must let one's imagination fly with the myriad poetic uses of language if one is to garner any meaning from my word salads. I reckon you should not research the words 'word' and 'salads' as I misuse them here, you'll only frustrate yourself.

Now see, all of that meandering bullshit in the first paragraph could have been expressed without redundant adjectives like "temporal past" and a superabundance of clauses. To answer your "Query?", the claim that someone belies a sense of superiority does not assume that this belief is true. When I say that you are acting superior, I'm not implying I have some sort of dichotomy where people are categorised by their vocabulary, and I have simply decided that superior people are cunts. It's pretty simple; a vocabulary awkwardly employed is worthless currency, but you seem very eager to parade your wealth.The second paragraph is just you being a superior cunt and gloating about how lowly plebes cannot hope to comprehend your wordsalads without letting their imagination fly or some such bullshit.

1)What are you a fucking aspie? I, (the subject) looked up the term "dross", (the object)2)Again, let me deconstruct this for you. I claimed that the word you are using makes no sense in X. X here is either:a)"The context you are using it in"b)"The context you are using it"Take your pick.

You know, for such a superior cunt, you're not very good at your worthless preoccupation of choice.

so basically what you're syaing is despite your best efforts, your head is stuck so far up your own ass you cant even have a conversation without it being ridiculously stilted and full of contrived synonyms?

Regardless of whether ALTF is a "hot young Asian girl in a red bikini", ROTFLMAO @ the angry hate which makes someone incapable of believing that a "hot young Asian girl in a red bikini" can troll effectively on the Internet.

If you studied any history of science, mathematics or engineering you would positively shit yourself at the number of brilliant people who were also sexier and richer than you.

The clerk, who I found out was named Peter, told me to stock up and grab anything I wanted. I was snatching stuff randomly off the shelves when my nose started to really gush. My security guard uniform was ruined, I had blood all down the front of it. I was feeling dizzy and weak, I think from a combination of three days no sleep, getting clocked on the nose and coming down off all the caffeine I was drinking.

Peter tore open a packet of handiwipes and wet it under the sink and believe it or not managed to find time to come on to me while he was trying to help soak up blood from my nose. I managed to let drop I was married and I could see him wince a bit but he kept dabbing with the handiwipe at my nose for me. Gay or not, he was a relatively good person.

"Do you think those guys are coming back?" he asked me, dabbing away.

"Nah, you seen the last of them, guarantee you. Mexicans could not organize a bowel movement. They will go get drunk and forget about it," I said, sniffling to try to make a clot form in there so I could get on with it.

Peter nodded and gave me the cloth, I leaned back against the counter and tilted my head up to try to make the bleeding stop. Peter got a diet coke out of the fridge and accidentally broke another one on the floor. "Who cares," he said,"I ain't coming back here. I could pick up these jobs ten times a week if I wanted 'em. My boss was trying to get me to open the store today, no way, you can feel today is going to be bad, everybody knows it. I'm going home to Burbank and I'm going to drink Jack Daniel's and curl up with a good book. The National Guard will get here eventually."

My nose was starting to clot, I flipped the handiwipe over and was dabbing with the clean side, seemed like it was drying up. I caught motion out of the corner of my eye at the front windows. Peter gasped.

The two dwarves were back. Standing between them was the shortest, ugliest Mexican I have ever seen. That's saying a lot, believe me. I did not have to be Sherlock Holmes to guess this was "Benny." So they were serious. They went and got somebody.

This guy "Benny" was staring at me dead on. One of the dwarves pointed through the glass at me with a crooked finger. Benny had a dead fish stare that I had seen enough in security work to know when you are dealing with the real thing. His two friends might have been wannabes, this guy looked to be the hardest of the hardcore gangbangers. Little trimmed moustache. Dark brown features cut from rock. Although the guy stood about 4'8, he was as thick as a corded tree knot and he exuded bloodcurdling menace. Probably shot a couple of people a week and got away with it, too.

Without taking his eyes off me, he tapped on the window with the butt of a Glock pistol and said something, probably an insult, lips barely moving. Never stopped looking at me. The guy could blister paint off a wall with his eyes.

I almost pissed myself. My wife wanted me to leave the Desert Eagle. Damn, I was going to die because I let her cuckold me again. Ironic. Peter had already ducked down in the dark at the back behind a cheese roll display and gestured for me to "get down." I crouched and slid beside him, tossing aside the groceries I was toting as an encumbrance.

"Peter," I said, "My wife is expecting me back in five minutes from the Quik Mart. I hope you're going to tell me there is another way out of here. I'm not ready to die over a loaf of bread and some milk."

Tapping on the glass with the Glock again. Not hard mind you. Really easy. Scary, scary dude. To this day, I can't be sure or not if these Mexicans really expected me to come to the front of the store and unlock the door so they could shoot me between the eyes.

Peter turned out to be a resourceful guy under pressure. He said "I always imagined this, if a psycho came in and started shooting up the place, how would I get out. Follow me, I know a good way." He didn't have to tell me to stay down, we both crawled to the back.

Air flap doors, through the back into their little stock room. Very dark except for an emergency fire exit sign. "Not that way," Peter said, "stay behind me."

A gunshot behind us, heard glass breaking. Was just about ready to piss down my own leg. Heard what sounded like a lot more than three people rushing into the store, yelling and cursing. Another gunshot. I almost bit off my tongue.

I followed Peter into what looked like a trolley corridor that ran behind the storefronts, all cool concrete cinderblocks. The flourescents were on back here. We had both stood up and were running now. Peter motioned me to turn right and go up a flight of stairs.

We ran through a lobby, everything deserted, Peter seemed to magically know a side door that was unlocked - it led into the foyer of a place called La Cienega Realty. He locked the door behind us as soon as I came inside.

I was shaking and in a cold sweat. I stunk from fear, blood all over my shirt, probably looked like hell. We both stood for a long time listening to see if any noises of pursuers following was audible. We didn't talk, didn't say anything, I was holding my breath for a while and when I let it go I was still concentrating on keeping it as narrow and silent as possible.

Peter said "If you go out the side door of the realty, you'll be right around the corner from Sunset. That's on the other side of the Quik Mart a block away."

I didn't move or say anything. I went over and sat down at a realtor's desk. It looked like it had been abandoned in a hurry, a yellow stick-it on the monitor said "EVERYBODY HOME BY 2:30, RIOTS!" I was scared to even turn on the desk light and just sat in the weak light of the sun coming through the front office windows.

Peter sat down and didn't say anything. We sat their very quietly. I closed my eyes and nearly fell asleep, scared witless in spite of it. About 30 minutes went by.

"Pete, I gotta go, buddy, much appreciated," I said and I got up. "I'm going to break for it down Sunset, hoping Benny is not around."

"I'm calling my sister, she owns a cab company. She'll send a cab out here for me to take me to Burbank," said Peter.

I gave him a smile that came out more like a sick grimace, waved so long, went for the door crouching.

Peered out into the street cracking the door. Fresh air came in from the outside, cool morning air with woodsmoke. No sign of anybody. Jeez, I thought, it's only 9:15 am in the morning. I thought it was night time after all that.

I ran across to Sunset, no traffic. Quiet enough in the streets you could hear nothing but birds chirping. As soon as I made the end of the alley that led behind the houses to Martin Way I took off running all out, kept expecting Benny to put a bullet in my head at some point.

I got home, my wife was shrieking at the sight of the blood. I locked all the doors, closed all drapes, took a shower and fell asleep on the couch after three days with nothing but catnaps.

I remember drifting off with my wife asking me, "What about the milk?" and I replied "Put a few drops of vanilla into the powdered full cream milk and chill it for a couple of minutes, it's delicious. Can't talk. Too tired. Love you, hon. I should have taken that gun, don't give me any more advice, okay? From now on I'm running the show here. After the riots end you can henpeck me all you want."

It's good I got a nap in because that afternoon was going to be biblical, no kidding. Apocalypse on a grand scale. You never saw CGI special effects in a movie that could hold a candle to what I saw when I woke up.

Yes, see 6:57. I have failed to memorise the mark-up each particular board requires.

Life was a lot simpler when you downloaded something from Matt's Script Archive for your first attempt and then did everything with mod_perl. Now it's a new fucking framework every couple of years and they're all crippled in some awful way that makes you realise half way through your project that your team should have just started from scratch and documented well like they used to.

Fuck the Internet. It has become so full of shit. IRC, e-mail and Usenet were sufficient for communication. After all the journals and professional publications came online, there was nothing else that needed doing.

Hey! My ego!I won't want to leave a comeback ACTUALLY. I don't care what you think. I don't care about anything!I bet you will read (not hear, you fucktard) my response because you're exactly the kind of petty asshat who insists on having the last word always.

Well I'm having the last word because my older brother moderates this blog and will block your IP if you don't apologise.

Aside from the expert-linguistics-troll-with-a-smattering-of-elemental-classics persona, I'm not sure ALTF is that creative. There are examples of its work (or something writing very much like it) elsewhere on the interwebs and they're not very inspiring.

It's like Rob's microfiction: looking at the passion he puts into some of his rants here, I'd have expected something less formulaic.

altf isn't even a good troll. There's no real perceived weakness for the participant to explore. Right away, readers know altf has won. So all the readers get is a boring trolling session which is neither exciting to read or memorable beyond the initial gimmick.

A good troll leaves lots of holes or weaknesses that allow different discussions to travel along different lines. A great troll will have these weaknesses mentally mapped out and an action plan in each case. The result of this is a mentally engaging troll, where both the reader and participant always feel as though they are in a position to respond rationally to a different perceived weakness even as the current weakness is shown to have been baited. It leads to emotional investment in the discussion, and is the only effective way to troll long-term alone.

I think ALTF does leave intentional weaknesses, though not usually subtle - its posts often seem to contain several vacuous but coherent remarks plus one or two obvious errors of content or style. I think to myself "oh fuck someone's going to rage about X" and they do. The X="temporal past" example above was embarrassingly trivial.

Maybe this says more about the quality of xkcdsucks commenters than about ALTF.

in b4 some cuddlefish saying that ALTF has succeeded because you talk about it: like xkcd, we are talking about it because it keeps appearing, not necessarily because it's good.

Why is it that some places you say NIGGERS! and no-one cares but other places it loses you like a dozen people's respect?

I think everyone should be required on their 18th birthday to publish a video of themselves masturbating while taking a shit and repeatedly chanting something like NAKED BABIES! KILL THE RICH! NIGGERS, SPICS AND KIKES!

Some cunt above, in the not too distant temporal past, inquired after my possible status as an 'aspie' - I was deeply perplexed.I had to actually research this word, unlike the above cunt who would have had to 'look it up', to ascertain its meaning in today's temporally present Anglospheric lexicon. After many easily countable hours of research, I have settled on one definition.Well, dear readers, I have been called many things in my sordid past, including:

Various fruits - banana for instance - you know yellow on the outside and white on the inside?

Various vegetables - cabbage mostly, but even broccoli, though I can't imagine why.

Meats - "Nice piece of meat"!

Even baked goods - "Tart" and "Crumpet"

But never, to my knowledge, have I been likened to the reproductive organs of an Aspidistra.I quite like it.If anything, it sure beats being considered a sexually useful imperfection in a Medieval suit of metallic armament.

".....At best you can take a similar approach and hope for a stalemate. I tried engaging ALTF once and this was as far as I got.

So, I raise my glass to you, ALTF. The proof of the trolling's in the raging......"

Apologies, I couldn't be arsed to duplicate your link, but for the sake of fuck, don't ruin things for me 'round here! This is my ONLY social outlet!I used to think that one could set numerous cats alight, for fun, and then bury them in the back yard, but as long as you played team sports people would think you okay. Now I know better. I need this on-line life to maintain my façade.

".....A good troll leaves lots of holes or weaknesses that allow different discussions to travel along different lines......"

I do leave lots of 'holes' and reveal many 'weaknesses' - yins is just too thick to perceive them.

Exempli gratia

I once pixellated a wonderful poem by Cicero, in Latin, wherein I 'shifted' to the accusative case from that of the original vocative case - pure fucking error, though not altogether unclever - and what happened?Nothing!Nada!Floccinaucinihilipilification!

Sheesh!No need to be rude!Would you be so kind as to specify which hole I am requested to shut?I mean, you know, my natural state involves retaining the free-flow of air through at least seven of them.I am willing to accommodate your request, if I can.

".....we are talking about it because it keeps appearing, not necessarily because it's good......"

By 'it' I suspect you mean me?

Rob can, though whether he would or not, I do not know, provide any and all with the code for a handy Javascript Applet that will render all my dross 'invisible' to those who might be frightened by it.After all, many fear that which they do not understand and facing this particular fear is probably too much to ask of the dullard.

I was reading a blog post, elsewhere on the Internet, about some policeman in New Orleans during Katrina who, upon discovering an abandoned animal shelter, decided to use the poor remaining dogs and cats for target practice. Apparently, many rounds were expended, many puppies and kitties met a gruesome end.Understandably, the blog administrator/author of the piece was not at all amused.

I placed the following comment in her handy comments facility:

"WTF?And with an entire city full of perfectly good African Americans?What a cunt!"

I was deleted and banned. Apparently, she took offence to me calling New Orleans a 'city'.

It seems, after some research, the event took place in a school where the animal owners were told their pets would be watched by a volunteer and be kept safe!I really hate it when people prevaricate on blogs!

EVERYTHING I might post here has its origins in Wikipedia because I haven't a keyboard.ALL my lexical daisy cutting relies on my ability to 'copy' and 'paste', even periods and commas, with only an aged pointing device that functions by detecting two-dimensional motion relative to its supporting surface.

What the hell is this?

Welcome. This is a website called XKCD SUCKS which is about the webcomic xkcd and why we think it sucks. My name is Carl and I used to write about it all the time, then I stopped because I went insane, and now other people write about it all the time. I forget their names. The posts still seem to be coming regularly, but many of the structural elements - like all the stuff in this lefthand pane - are a bit outdated. What can I say? Insane, etc.

I started this site because it had been clear to me for a while that xkcd is no longer a great webcomic (though it once was). Alas, many of its fans are too caught up in the faux-nerd culture that xkcd is a part of, and can't bring themselves to admit that the comic, at this point, is terrible. While I still like a new comic on occasion, I feel that more and more of them need the Iron Finger of Mockery knowingly pointed at them. This used to be called "XKCD: Overrated", but then it fell from just being overrated to being just horrible. Thus, xkcd sucks.

Here is a comic about me that Ann made. It is my favorite thing in the world.

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